I remember that uneasy feeling of being stalked by an ex when I was 19. I found out he was almost 10 years older than me (he lied about his age). He went as far as painting his car a different colour, thinking I wouldn’t notice him lurking around my neighbourhood. He got a job at the train station I travelled to and from uni, even though it wasn’t near where he lived. I started parking at a different train station and changed the way I wore my hair and style of clothes in the hope he wouldn’t notice me. One day my brother stumbled across his car and left a threatening message on his newly snapped aerial, along with adding a few extra dents. The creepy ex boyfriend never bothered me again after that. But for years I was looking over my shoulder.